San Francisco, in case you were wondering, is still there. I hadn't been in about five years, so when an art gallery owner named Javier Pere...

Well the big day has arrived, Platinum Oasis II, except I've spent so much time writing about the preamble that now I really don't care to d...

Before I get down to the rest of the Platinum Oasis Part Deux nitty gritty, allow me to make a detour through my friend D-J, hot former Dutc...

"Why mix drinking with pleasure?" asked Darren Stevens recently on a Bewitched rerun (Dick York, the original, straight good Darren, not Dic...

I'm not sure why I all of a suddenly decided to try to segue into fashion photography, a world that seems from the outside about as hermetic...

As an inveterate introvert, a magesterial misanthrope, and a inherent inhibitionist, I sometimes have to force myself to commune with my pub...

Now that the Muslim has gone back to Mothers India and Africa for a number of months, what am I supposed to do? Knit? Purl? Knit and purl? I...

After venal Vancouver I'm hardly in any shape to be visiting nasty New York, but as I've already used up all my hard-earned air miles on a n...

Vancouver is supposed to be a lark for me, but it ends up being more like a raven. A big, black menacing raven like the stuffed one that per...

This morning I wake up in bed with the Muslim, wrapped up in double bow. Actually it isn't morning, it's early afternoon. Last night — or ra...

It's my last day in New York, thank Allah, because I've been getting into fights and taking mind-altering substances, laughing one minute an...